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Comment 41 of 61, added on February 7th, 2006 at 4:33 PM.
The Kami-sama of all poems is the Williams. He uses such simple imagery of
split second images to make one beutiful poem. The red wheelbarrow is swift
and nimble in its simplistic word play that even a simple high school
dropout to a child of the age of five could understand its profound and
deep meaning. The king of poems is undoubtably this man. In fact this man
is so masterful even he does not know how masterful he is. I truly weep for
his passing and I will continue to mournh until my own life is forfit to
the unyelding power that is death personified.
Spinna from Canada
Comment 40 of 61, added on January 22nd, 2006 at 2:49 PM.
I just find this poem beautiful! So clear and simple. Can't you just SEE
those sharp colours. Feel the textures, the glaze of the rainwater, the
cold shiny surface of the wheelbarrow.More beautiful than the image it
conveys is just the stringing together of those separate words. At each new
line, the picture acquires more focus. What I love is the way the poet
managed to conjure up the picture so progressively, serenely, like drops of
water adding up and making up a small universe
isabel from France
Comment 39 of 61, added on January 3rd, 2006 at 3:28 PM.
a wheelbarrow is ussually kep in the barn or shed, especially if it is
going to rain rain, since it will rust. Therefore, it could be said that
the whte chickens symbolize a utopian sociaty, where everyone is innocent
and clean, where as the red wheelbarrow symbolizes the contrast between
beauty and violence; red representing blood and war. Put all this together
and you could say the poem is stating that war plays a major part in
creating a perfect life. In other words, tou can't have beauty and
perfection without sacrifices; which is why so much of our world depends on
a red wheelbarrow.
daniel from United States
Comment 38 of 61, added on December 14th, 2005 at 3:40 PM.
i wrote ths poem to show that people depend on stuff even if you might
think it is trash. I wrote it in to minutes people!!
William Carlos Williams from United States
Comment 37 of 61, added on December 14th, 2005 at 2:49 PM.
I fail to see how this poem is "dumb" and how the people who like it have
their "heads in the toilet". Some seem to think that every poem MUST have
some deeper meaning and that they MUST move your soul in some way. A poem
is a poem. It means something different to everyone that reads it. Although
this poem confuses you that doesn't mean that you have the right to throw
it out and insult the people that do like it.
Maybe Mr. Williams wasn't trying to change your life with this poem.
Perhaps he was just trying to paint a picture in your mind, thereby showing
you the power words can have.
Im not tryin to insult anyone, but please think before you jot somthing
down for everyone else to see. I kind of feel embarrased for you. Thanks.
Quincy from United States
Comment 36 of 61, added on December 2nd, 2005 at 12:59 PM.
this poem has no deeper meaning is not discriptive and is not a wonderful
peice of the work that speaks to the soul. he threw a couple words on a
page then rearranged them so they made very little sense. it was dumb and i
hated it. all you people that liked are dumb. get your head out od the
freaking toilet.
Jasmine from Canada
Comment 35 of 61, added on November 29th, 2005 at 10:04 PM.
the poem indirrectly shows amercian pride the RED wheelbarrow the WHITE
chickens and the BLUE water.
Ryan from United States
Comment 34 of 61, added on November 28th, 2005 at 3:16 PM.
A poem should not mean, but be", as somebody somewhere once said. I'm
not entirely sure that the quote says quite what it means, or means
quite what it says - or says what i want it to mean, words being
notoriously treacherous things - but i do think it is something worth
thinking about.
for me, a poem's meaning/being/poetry/whatever - like a song's - comes
through as much in its shape and sounds as in the dictionary
definitions and historical references of the words used. like pullman
complaining that english class with its dogma of similes and metaphors
and iambic pentameter teaches us to decode rather than appreciate
poetry (consequently removing the actual *poetry* from the experience
- besides which, what is the point in trying to decode a poem's
meaning when the poem IS the meaning?) i would press for a more
intuitive relationship to this poem - or any other good poem, for that
matter.
i feel that the person who complained that this is not poetry because
it does not communicate is missing the point somewhat: what they must
mean is that it does seem to offer moral instruction, personal
feeling, coherent narrative or philosophical argument (i would argue
that it offers all of these things, but i'm aware this post is
becoming lengthy).
there is a point at which one stops thinking of poems as good or bad -
either they are poetry, or they are not. this is poetry. see what new
roads it can lead you to; see what new thoughts it can ignite - and,
if you like, explore them. talk about them.
or, if you prefer, just look at the words and hear the sounds, as i
do.
al from United Kingdom
Comment 33 of 61, added on November 12th, 2005 at 12:03 PM.
So much depends on the dusty bunny
A white bunny
lay face down
on the unmade bed
with an orange tag
stricking out of its buttocks
There! my poem is even longer than his and mine is better! and don't try to
analyze it...the white bunny is just white, I'm not racist! f*cking idiots
By the way, if you guys liked the red wheel barrow, you GOTTA read "This is
Just to Say"....(its about Plums)
Bianca and Christina from Canada
Comment 32 of 61, added on October 26th, 2005 at 1:58 PM.
Yes, James, and you are so perfect in how you write. I didn't realize "u"
was a word. And, last I checked, "whos" is supposed to have an apostrophe.
Mike Vacha from United States
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The Kami-sama of all poems is the Williams. He uses such simple imagery of
split second images to make one beutiful poem. The red wheelbarrow is swift
and nimble in its simplistic word play that even a simple high school
dropout to a child of the age of five could understand its profound and
deep meaning. The king of poems is undoubtably this man. In fact this man
is so masterful even he does not know how masterful he is. I truly weep for
his passing and I will continue to mournh until my own life is forfit to
the unyelding power that is death personified.
Spinna from Canada